American Man — FEiN lyrics
American Man
I'm an American man, Who likes to pretend, That I like guns in everyone's hands, In both hands, Papa told me so. I'm a perverted mess, Who needs to confess, That I have stayed with a couple of girls, Beautiful girls, Bible told me no. I'm a generous guy, Every dollar that I, Earn helps the church I watch on TV, God'll love me, screen told me so. I'm just a good ole boy, End of day I enjoy, An ice old beer or a dozen of them, I'm lost again, Daughter tells me no, Daddy no. Mind your, Own business. I live this life the best I can. Mind me, I say it, Won't do no good to shame the man. Mind your, Own business. Child live this life the best you can. Mind me, I say it, Won't do no good to shame him. I made a good ole choice, Now its time to rejoice And treat myself with the money I made, I'm getting laid, wallet tells me so. I'm about to become, Some kind of a hunk, I've got my reference photograph, No one will laugh. Post surgery. Eee. I met a generous Guy, Who likes to supply, A steady stream of leth argy, Medicate me. Now I'm feeling whole. I saw a cardboard sign, She wanted money for wine. And tried to sell me a handwritten book, I didn't look. I told her no. Lady no. Mind your own business.
Words by Luke Francis Walton & Brandon Woodward (BMI). All FEiN lyrics.